The cold wind is like a knife, and the stars dotted in the night sky.

The streets were in chaos, and residents wrapped in robes fleeing out everywhere. The Holy Plant Club in Branagh City was located on the street outside the courtyard, with noisy footsteps and panic conversations everywhere.

A black jeep is parked quietly in the corner.

There were three people sitting in the car, and the driver's seat was a middle-aged woman wearing a white long suit and trousers, with a calm face. A young man was sitting in the passenger seat. He was wearing a long silver sword, sword-eyed eyebrows and starry eyes, a black combat suit, and black armor on his chest, looking like a young knight from ancient times. The back row was an equally young woman, wearing a purple combat suit, a slender figure, and black bangs covered her left eye. She wore special black and gold gloves on her hands, and two revolvers were pinned on her waist.

"The Saint Child is about eight or nine years old. She came to Brana the day after the disaster. Her parents both died of phytotic disease, and she was infected with plant spores without surprise. The locals wanted to kill her, but were rescued by the members of the Special Service Team. Two days later, she miraculously survived, and was respected by the locals as the Saint Child, and became the spiritual leader of the Saint Child," said Verena.

"Where do she usually stay?" Mo Yun asked.

"It's in this yard," said Verina. "But because of her special status, Holy Wild will protect her extremely tightly and check it out layer by layer. Even birds cannot fly in."

"What did you think of the child?" Leng Shanhong said angrily, "Are you a prisoner?"

"They didn't treat her as a human being," said Verena. "In the eyes of those fanatical religious elements, she is the child of the gods, the gifts given to humans by plants, and the core of their spirit. She has almost become a symbolic, symbolic existence."

"What a group of madmen." Leng Shanhong shook her head.

"After saying this, what we want to do seems to be justified." Mo Yun shrugged.

"Haha... it's justified." Leng Shanhong glanced at him, "We rescued the child and then tried to develop vaccines and find ways to solve phytochemical disease. Of course, what we did is a good thing."

"Maybe."

He looked out the car window, and the courtyard across the road covered a large area of ​​blocks, with no end at all.

This is the headquarters of the Holy Plant Society, because most of the members are ordinary people and operators of various professions. They merged the residential and workplaces in this neighborhood to establish this headquarters for easy unified management.

At this moment, the yard was in chaos. The armored vehicles of the Special Service Team were parked at the main entrance of the headquarters of the Holy Plant Society. There was a loud shouting sound from inside, and there seemed to be a fire in the distance.

"Connor is inside, too?" Mo Yun asked.

"It should be..." Verina said uncertainly, "He came very early...Mr. Mo, didn't Mr. Conner be with you?"

Mo Yun narrowed his eyes, remembered Connor's previous words, and then tentatively said: "We are not a faction."

"Ah..." Verina shouted softly, "Sorry, I didn't consider it."

"What kind of faction are you?" Leng Shanhong asked curiously.

"I..." Verena looked at Mo Yun, who was in the co-pilot with a hesitant look, and then whispered: "I am not qualified to enter the factional battle... But if I have to say it, I should be the same faction as Mr. Mo..."

What exactly is the faction? Mo Yun couldn't help but have questions again. But he quickly suppressed his curiosity and did not show it on his face.

In fact, he also had some speculations about the so-called faction.

No matter what organization it is, once the scale reaches a certain level, it is easy to form factions - because there are many members in the organization, due to the scale and management difficulty, various small groups will always be formed spontaneously or non-spontaneously according to factors such as region, work type, personal hobbies, spiritual pursuits, etc.

If the scale of the "New Century" is really as large as he imagined, then it is understandable that the members of it spontaneously form small groups.

But the key to the problem is, what faction Mo Yun belongs to in this world, and what factors are the division of this faction based on...

Connor did not tell them about his actions this time. There are two possibilities. One is that Connor believes that this is just a small matter and there is no need to tell Mo Yun and Leng Shanhong; the second is that Connor deliberately concealed Mo Yun and Leng Shanhong and did not allow them to intervene.

Mo Yun felt that the second possibility was greater.

But after all, no matter what Connor did this or his selfishness - he didn't care at all. Perhaps Connor hoped that his faction would control greater power, or perhaps Connor simply wanted to enhance the status of the "New Age" in Brana City...

But as long as Connor's actions do not affect his and Leng Shanhong's tasks, it doesn't matter.

Mo Yun knew very well that this was just a survival game for him.

The task he must complete in this world is to solve the crisis of phytological disease. What other factions are fighting, what Holy Plant Society, the Secret Service... these have nothing to do with him.

After he completes his mission and leaves this world, he will probably deal with these factional struggles in the parallel world.

"Then let's take action." Thinking of this, Mo Yun said.

"Okay, no further delay." Leng Shanhong nodded.

"Well." Mo Yun turned to Verena, "Please wait here and prepare to pick us up. It is best to arrange a retreat route. If the Saint Child is taken away by us, the people of the Saint-Trail Society will probably search wildly. I don't want too much conflict."

"No problem." Verina nodded.

"let's go."

Mo Yun and Leng Shanhong jumped out of the jeep, crossed the road under the cover of night, and ran to the exterior wall of the courtyard. Mo Yun looked at Leng Shanhong, nodded slightly, then jumped lightly, jumped two meters high on the spot, held it with his hands, climbed over the wall like a bird, without making a sound.

Leng Shanhong was stunned for a moment, then jumped up on the spot, imitating Mo Yun's posture and climbed over the wall.

Inside the wall is a small yard, quiet, pitch black and without lights.

"Let's sneak in." Mo Yun observed the surrounding terrain, "Verina said that the location of the Saint Child is the core area of ​​the Saint Pipe Society, that is, the central position, in that direction." He pointed to the left hand side.

"Okay, I always feel like I feel guilty." Leng Shanhong pinched the collar.

"hehe……"

The two quietly climbed over a courtyard wall. They heard noisy sounds from a distance. Mo Yun saw an orange-red light rising about a few hundred meters away on his right hand, reflecting half of the sky red.

"Who are you!"

A sudden sound rang in my ears.

Leng Shanhong shivered for a moment and almost fell off the wall.

Mo Yun turned his head and saw a young man in a green robe more than ten steps away on the other side, holding a wooden stick and looking vigilantly at the two people squatting on the wall.

"Well……"

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment. Time seemed to have stopped.

The next second, Mo Yun rose into the air and turned into a black shadow, coming behind the young man with a thunder and lightning speed. The young man's eyes blurred, and then he felt a muffled sound coming from the back of his head. Then he turned black and fell down on the spot.

"Someone attacked!"

Unexpectedly, behind the young man, several people wearing green robes, looked like they were patrol members of the Holy Plant Society.

They witnessed Mo Yun knocking down the young man and roared one after another.

For a moment, a lot of light lit up around, and the sound of messy footsteps were everywhere.

"Well, it seems that we are not suitable to sneak in."

Mo Yun said helplessly to Leng Shanhong, then he turned around, jumped, and flew up to the wall next to him. In the astonished eyes of the patrolmen, it turned into a black shadow, and along the edge of the wall, it jumped onto the roof of the bungalow several meters away, and then jumped to the roof further away. Leng Shanhong also hurriedly followed.

The two were like thieves who were flying over the eaves and walls in ancient times, shuttled across the roof at an extremely fast speed.

The patrol members were just ordinary people, and they even struggled to climb over the wall, let alone catch up with them. They had to watch the figures of the two disappear in front of them in a dumbfounded manner.

"Can they fly?"

The patrol team was stunned for a few seconds, and then someone shouted: "It's the awakened one!"

"Damn it, give an alarm!"

Someone roared, "Their target may be the Holy Child!"

...

These anger, fear, and surprise sounds were all left behind by Mo Yun. He felt like he turned into a gust of wind and floated on the roof. Compared to the first survival game, he felt that his speed had increased again.

The roof under my feet quickly retreated, and the oncoming wind was very strong.

Every time he saw the roof opposite, he would cross there the next second and step on the bricks lightly.

He slowed down slightly and found that Leng Shanhong behind him was already struggling, as if he couldn't keep up with his speed.

"You should slow down..."

Leng Shanhong jumped over the roof behind, stomped a few bricks under her feet, and said breathlessly, "Are you a monkey? Why are you so fast?"

"My physique is a little better than that of ordinary people."

Under the roof, because the bricks were trampled, someone inside the house seemed to be alarmed.

Mo Yun did not stop and continued to run forward, Leng Shanhong had to keep up helplessly. Fortunately, they were not far from the core area.

A few minutes later, they approached the core area of ​​the Holy Plant Association headquarters.

But at the same time, the alarm also attracted more people's attention. Even if a serious phytochemical infection occurred on the other side, the defense in the core area of ​​the Shengzhihui Society was still very tight. Mo Yun and the others were quickly discovered, and the patrol members lit up lights in the house and set up searchlights at a high place. Soon, their traces were discovered.

“It’s here.”

Mo Yun swept across the roof of a two-story building like a gust of wind and landed lightly on the concrete floor. At the same time, more than a dozen patrolmen wearing green combat uniforms and acting skillfully and quickly emerged from the yard.

They have guns in their hands.

"Who are you? What do you want to do!"

The man in the green robe raised his pistol and pointed it at Mo Yun.

The alarm sounds intuition, there is danger!

His intuition that was used to being reliable once again reminded Mo Yun of danger and told him what to do next.

Mo Yun narrowed his eyes and held the silver sword behind his back.

"Don't move! I'll shoot if I move again." The green-robed patrolman in the lead whispered, "Even if you are an awakened person, you can't be faster than a bullet."

Follow instinct.

Mo Yun narrowed his eyes, pulled out his long sword, and looked at it under the moonlight. The blade was like a silver mirror, with very fine patterns carved on it, spreading throughout the blade like capillaries.
To be continued...